For the tickletober prompts, maybe Holding it In with Rich and Jeremy? I’m fine with it being platonic or romantic
TW: It’s Halloween, so there is a mention of slight gore
It was October the 14th, and Jake's Halloween Party invitations had just been rolled out. Michael, (the boy who assisted in saving the world), Jeremy, (the boy who assisted in saving the world but also almost destroyed it), and Rich, (the boy who needed Mountain Dew Red), were hanging out at the mall together to buy costumes.
There was a slushy booth in the middle of the mall and poor Michael couldn’t help himself. Rich and Jeremy weren’t that thirsty, so they agreed to meet Michael outside the Halloween store once he’d gotten through the cue. By Rich and Jeremy’s calculations, that would take at least ten minutes.
Rich leaned his back against the glass window of the store, whilst Jeremy peeped inside. He could see a row of wigs of many colors and styles. He could also see a row of gloves that went from witchy green to wolves claws.
“Those claws look cool”, Jeremy said, pointing at them. Rich chuckled, “Those costumes are for babies. I’m looking for bloody knives and stuff”.
“But you do have to admit those claws are spooky”, Jeremy said.
Rich snickered, “Sure, claws would be scary to a ticklish person like you”.
Jeremy suddenly turned red. Rich cackled evilly, “What’s the matter? Feeling a little sensitive”.
“No Rich-”
But Rich had already wiggled his fingers under Jeremy’s arms and was digging there. Jeremy bit his lip, trying desperately not to squirm too obviously and to control his squealy laughter which was threatening to poor out. No, he couldn’t be like this in the middle of a public mall.
Rich just kept on tickling, “Come on, laugh, I know you want to”.
Jeremy tried to get away but Rich’s grip was strong. Oh, how it took all of his might to hold it in.
“Okay fine, tough crowd. Nothing I haven’t seen before”, Rich chuckled, “Guess I’m just going to have to do better than”.
Rich took his hands out from under Jeremy’s arms and scribbled at his belly instead. And that was when Jeremy couldn’t help himself and, pun intended, burst into loud belly laughs.
“Haha!”, Rich said, “I knew I could get you to crack!”
That was when none other than Christine fucking Canigulla walked by. Rich withdrew his hands as soon as she glanced in their direction.
“H-hi Christine”, Jeremy stuttered, flustered as hell.
Christine had a confused look on her face, which also had a hint of amusement: “Hello Jeremy, fancy seeing you here”.
Jeremy nodded, “Yeah, you, erm, you too”.
Christine waved shyly, “I have to go, I’m kind of in a hurry. See you at school!”
“Heh! You too.”
As soon as Christine left, Jeremey glared up at Rich. Rich just shrugged, “No regrets”.
That was the scariest thing that had happened all October.
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maybe 23 and/or 39 with richjer for the prompt thing?
23 - absently tracing patterns on exposed skin
“careful—!”
Jeremy moved his hand from Rich’s arm and sat up from the couch. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Rich could already feel his face heating up. “I, um, not exactly.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie. A lot of areas on his burn scars were still sensitive and hurt to touch.
Slowly and carefully, Jeremy moved back to his position. “Is it okay if I do it then?”
It’s preferable for you to not.” Rich joked. He could tell Jeremy still had a guilty look on his face and picked up one of his hands, slowly rolling up the slightly taller boy’s sleeves. “I can do it to you though!”
Gentle giggles erupted from Jeremy‘s mouth as he tried to hold still, letting Rich trace small patterns on his wrists and arms. This only lasted for a little before Jeremy finally squirmed away.
“No fair!” Rich whined, trying to sound mad at Jeremy.
”You can do that once I can actually get revenge” Jeremy moved back close to Rich, cuddling close to him. Rich couldn‘t even look mad as he kissed the top of Jeremy’s head.
A/N: Alright, so for the first time in a while I don’t have any prompts that I need to fill as soon as possible, so I decided to write this fic. I was really fucking sore the other day, and while wallowing in self-pity cuz owie, muscles hurt, I came up with this idea. You can ask a lot of people, and they will tell you that it took forever for me to figure out a pairing for this, so thank you @im-absolutelee-ticklish and @flusterd-screaming for helping me out with that. Now, without any more of my rambling, please enjoy the fic.
Rich sat in the stands of the gym, scrolling through his phone, patiently waiting for Jake to be done with practice so they could hang out. After a little while Jake walked up to the stands, showered and ready to go. Rich smiled up at him.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Jake smiled and nodded in response. They lock hands and start walking out of the school out to Jake’s car. Rich quickly popped into the passenger seat, and watched as Jake struggled to bend down into the driver’s seat grimacing the entire time.
Rich looked at him with concern. “You okay?” Rich checked on Jake, putting his hand on top of Jake’s. Jake nods with his charming smile.
“Yeah, I’m just a little sore from all of the workouts I’ve done this week,” Jake reassured, squeezing Rich’s hand. Rich nodded in understanding, having experienced that position a few too many times.
“When we get home I can give you a massage if you want,” Rich offered, not letting go of Jake’s hand. Jake smiled at Rich with adoration.
“That sounds great, thanks,” Jake thanked, giving Rich a quick peck on the cheek, before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Once they leave the school Rich starts flipping through radio channels to find a station both of them would like. After a little bit of searching, Rich found a station that both him and Jake started singing along to at the top of their lungs.
After a couple of songs, and lots of laughter the two boys arrived at Rich’s house. Once again, Rich got out of the car with ease, and Jake had great difficulty, grimacing as he got out. Rich walked into the house and immediately flopped onto the couch, and waited for Jake to join him, eagerly patting the seat in front of him.
“Come here, I’ll make you feel really good,” Rich said, wiggling his eyebrows. Jake looked at Rich, rolled his eyes, smiled, then sat in front of Rich. “Alright, where are you most sore?”
“Umm… probably my legs,” Jake said with a shrug, “But I’m honestly just happy that you’re gonna give me a massage, I don’t really care where it is.”
“Here, turn around, and put your legs in my lap,” Rich instructed. Jake did as he was told and turned so his thighs were resting in Rich’s lap. Rich started gently massaging Jake’s thighs. Jake inhaled sharply as soon as Rich started squeezing his thighs. Rich stopped immediately. “Shit! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Rich asked, panicking slightly.
“No, you didn’t hurt me, I was just surprised, you can keep going,” Jake reassured Rich, placing a hand on his shoulder, lovingly. Rich nodded and started squeezing Jake’s thighs again. Jake clenched his fists and bit his lip, to try and keep from tensing his legs and letting any sound out of his mouth. Rich was oblivious to Jake’s attempts to stay silent and just continued the massage. After another ten minutes of Rich trying to be nice, and Jake miraculously staying silent, Rich stopped the massage.
“Anywhere else sore?” Jake nodded tentatively and cautiously put his feet in Rich’s lap, giving him puppy dog eyes. Rich smiled and began massaging Jake’s feet. Shit, Jake forgot how ticklish his feet were. He was squirming and giggling in minutes. Rich’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Ticklish?” Jake blushed and nodded.
“Just a little,” he mumbled out. Rich gwaffed at Jake.
“A little?” Rich dragged a single finger up Jake’s arch, which earned him a loud yelp, and the absence of two feet in his lap. “Heyyyyyyy,” Rich whined, “Put those back. I was having funnnnnnn.” Jake sat with his knees to his chest, curled up in his protective little ball.
“Noooooo,” Jake imitated playfully, “You’re gonna tickle meeeeeeee.” Rich huffed air at him.
“I know I am, but I can’t do that if you’re in a ball.” Jake’s face turned redder than a cherry, and he buried his face into his knees. Jake gave out a muffled, ‘shut up,’ trying to cover as much of his face as he could. Rich laughed at Jake and pulled the ball of his boyfriend into his lap. “Awww look at you, come here tall ass,” Rich said lovingly, squeezing Jake tightly. Jake laughed a little at the obnoxious nickname, and still a little wary, slowly let himself get lulled into a false sense of safety. As soon as he uncurled Rich started ghosting his fingers along Jake’s toned abs. Jake was giggling even at the littlest touch. He tried to curl back into his ball, but Rich already snuck his hands under Jake’s shirt and was poking away. Rich was positively delighted at the noises he was able to evoke from Jake. Jake was a squirmy, giggly, blushy mess in seconds.
“Nohohohohohoho Rihihihihihihihihich plehehehehehehease!” Jake squealed with giggles, gently trying to paw Rich’s hands away from his sensitive skin. Rich laughed right along with his boyfriend, nimbly moving his hands every time Rich tried to move them away. He went from place to place, loving the sounds Jake would make. He would make a whole array of snorts, squeals, giggles, and hiccups. Rich absolutely loved every single second of it. Once he had explored every inch of Jake’s ticklish stomach, he moved on to Jake’s ribs. He began poking and kneading all along the bones. Jake started squirming a lot more, and his giggles became much more frantic.
“Bad spot?” Rich teased, shaking his hands into as much of Jake’s ribs as he could cover. Jake nodded, his face scrunched up adorably, and care-free giggles were pouring out of his mouth. “Hey Jake, how many ribs do people have?” Jake’s eyes widened at that, and he started squirming around a lot more.
“Twehehehehehehenty fohohohohohour!” Rich smirked at Jake, and paused his hands, still keeping them resting on Jake’s ribs.
“Twenty-four? Really? I could have sworn it was twenty-six.” Jake shook his head wildly.
“N-no it’s twenty-four. You can look it up.”
“Oh I have a better way of finding out,” Rich teased deviously, making Jake squirm under his hands, “Oh, and Jake, you better be careful to not squirm too much, or I’ll have to start allllllll over again.”
“No that’s so mean thoughhhhhh,” Jake whined, a playful smile still on his face.
“I’m a nice guy though,” Rich continued on, ignoring Jake’s comment, “And I love you which means I’ll be even nicer to you, I’ll do them in pairs so it goes quicker for you.” Jake blushed bright red again, and nodded. Rich waited another two minutes to start, just because he loved watching Jake squirm in anticipation. As soon as the first pinch was laid onto his ribs Jake squeaked, actually squeaked. Which in turn caused Rich to double over in laughter. Jake buried his face away again, and gave a muffled, ‘shut up.’ Once Rich had recovered from his laughing fit, he went back to pinching both sides of Jake’s ribs. “Two… four… si- looks like we’ll have to start over,” Rich laughed maniacally, as Jake whined and squirmed again. Rich started the counting and the pinching over again, and Jake did his absolute best to stay in place. Despite how well he was managing to stay in place, he couldn’t stop the child-like giggles that were escaping him. Rich had to start over a couple more times, but after a while managed to get through all twenty-four ribs. “Huh, look at that, you were right, twenty four ribs.” Jake nodded, and blushed, the smile from all the laughing still stuck on his face. “Now, I don’t think I know where you’re most ticklish, are you gonna tell me, or do I have to find it?” Rich asked, in a teasing manner, petting Jake’s hair soothingly. Jake sat there and contemplated it for a bit before answering.
“If I tell you will you stop tickling me for now?” Rich gave a small bit of conformation, still stroking Jake’s hair. Jake nodded and mumbled something out inaudibly, causing Rich to poke his sides. “M-my neck,” Jake mumbled out, protecting his sides. Rich smiled at Jake with adoration. He started putting gentle pecks all along Jake’s neck, causing Jake to giggle, all while poking at Jake’s tummy and sides. After a couple minutes of that, he started peppering just the back of Jake’s neck with kisses and gently traced his fingers along Jake’s collar bone, and the sides of his neck. Jake was howling with laughter from all of the light touches to his neck. His shoulders were scrunched up to his ears so tightly it almost looked like he didn’t have a neck.
“RIHIHIHIHIHIHCH FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!”
“Oh, is that a bad word? That needs to be punished,” Rich taunted before blowing raspberries all over Jake’s neck. Jake’s laughter immediately went silent and he tried to escape from Rich’s evil hold, but Rich held onto him tight. Once Jake seemed properly tired out Rich let him go. Jake began to catch his breath and just layed on top of Rich, the two of them spread out on the couch. “You alright?” Jake yawned and nodded. “You wanna watch a movie?” Jake nodded and cuddled into Rich. Rich smiled at Jake with a look that is reserved for only the people you love the most, and turned on a movie. Within minutes Jake had fallen asleep. Rich leaned down and kissed Jake’s forehead, whispering, “goodnight tall ass,” before drifting off himself.
Oh ok! Can you please write a fic where Rich finds out that Jeremy and Michael had a small fight so he decides to cheer Jeremy up by tickling him. I live for Ler Rich and him and Jeremys friendship. Thank you and have an amazing day!
//SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE I WAS UNMOTIVATED FOR A WHILE AND JUST GOT AROUND TO MAKING THIS ALSO SORRY ITS SHORT
“I’m fine, Rich!” Jeremy huffed and stretched. “It was just an argument..” he turned over on the bed, laying down and facing away from his friend.
Rich, unconvinced, lightly patted Jeremy on the back. “Are you sure?” He asked.
“Mhm. We fight all the time, it’ll blow over tomorrow.” Jeremy moved again, now laying on his back on the bed, arms rested behind his head.
The shorter boy took notice of this and gave a slight smirk, an idea forming in his head. “Hey, jere?”
“Hm?”
Rich gave a small squeeze on Jeremy’s side, making him squeal.
“RICH—” he tried to speak but Rich had already begun scratching a finger along one of his exposed underarms. Not wanted to give in so easily, Jeremy turned his head to the side and tried to stay still.
However, it was obvious he was going to break soon with all the giggles started to spew out of his mouth.
“Feeling better?” Rich asked, pausing to give Jeremy a second to breathe. Once a nod was confirmed, Rich continued to poke and squeeze Jeremy’s sides, who was now a flustered but somewhat happy mess.
After a few more minutes, Rich ceased the attack. “Glad to see you smiling.”
As Jeremy calmed down, he gave a soft smile. “Thanks, dude.”
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This is a BMC tickle fic prompted by @mountain-dew-tickledpink
Summary: Rich and Jeremy have a full on war over collectors cards
Please don’t be put off by the title lol
This wasn’t a very uncommon occurrence: Rich and Jeremy wrestling on the floor over something as simple as a game card.
“I saw it first!”, Jeremy cried, wiggling over Rich to grab the card which was on the other side of the room.
Rich grabbed his leg, tripping him, and scrambled over to grab the card, raising his arms in triumph when he got it.
“Not so fast!”, Jeremy said, lifting himself up from the floor and lunging at Rich, causing both of them to topple onto the green carpet of Rich’s bedroom.
This had all started with a card trade, which I know is usually not something that you would see high school kids doing, but Jeremy and Rich happened to share a passion of video game character cards. When Rich’s Squip left, his secret love of these little childish pieces of paper was the second thing that he openly confessed.
And Jeremy had just been hanging out at Rich’s place, trading, when he spotted a card that he didn’t have at the back of Rich’s card-book. Of course, the card was rightfully Rich’s, but it was a double, and Jeremy really wanted it. For some reason, one copy of the same card just wasn’t enough for him, and he demanded that he trade it for one of Jeremy’s cards. But Jeremy had no doubles left, so a war broke out between the two.
Rich escaped from Jeremy’s grip and re-grabbed the precious card. Jeremy was about to lunge at him again when Rich decided to exploit a certain weakness of Jeremy’s to his advantage.
See, one thing that everybody in school new about Jeremy was that the funny little nerd also happened to be very, very ticklish.
It was just so damn easy to find out; something as simple as a poke of encouragement made him jump and squeal.
Rich extended his fingers and started tickling him.
“WAHAHAHAHAIT RIHIHIHIHICH NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Ah, Rich yes”, Rich teased, scribbling at the other boy’s sides,
“You deserve this Jer! This is what you get for trying to steal my card!”.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHNE OF THIHIHIHIHIS THAHAHT’S CHEHEATING!”
“This?”, Rich questioned, “Could ‘this’ refer to tickling by any chance?”
Jeremy’s face went red.
“NOHOHOHO RIHIHIHIHICH DOHOHOHOHON’T BE AN ASSHOHOHOHOLE!!!”
“What? It’s just a word. Tickle. Tickle. Tickletickletickletickletickle!”, Rich cooed, reaching under Jeremy’s arms. Jeremy snorted.
Snorted.
Like the sound of a pig blowing it’s nose.
Rich stopped his fingers: “Shit”.
Jeremy cupped his hand over his mouth in horror: “Sorry, just, ack, gahhhhhh!!!”.
Rich hoped off Jeremy to let him breathe. He took in big pants of air.
“That was a funny noise”, Rich teased.
Jeremy groaned in embarrassment, making Rich smile.
“It’s okay buddy, it’s not that bad. Iv’e heard worse. In fact-”.
Rich tackled Jeremy back over, making him yelp, “It even makes me want to tickle you more”.
Jeremy’s eyes widened, “Wait- NOHO!”
“SAY YOU’LL LET ME KEEP THE CARD!!!”, Rich cried out at the laughing mess beneath him. He clawed his fingers down to Jeremy’s stomach, making his laughter transform into soft yet desperate giggles.
“Okahahahahay, fine! Yohohohohou wihihiihin!”.
Rich smirked, “Good, but I’m still going to tickle you”.
Rich went back to the boy’s underarms, making him shriek and toss his head back in laughter.
“All is fair in love and card war”, Rich teased, wiggling his fingers on Jeremy’s neck which was fully exposed from him tossing his head back. He jerked it down to his chest and made a snort double as loud as the last one.
This time however, Rich didn’t stop. He knew that if he stoped at this specific moment Jeremy would get all embarrassed about the noise he just made, so Rich tried to ignore it.
Tried.
He could’t help but chuckle a little.
Jeremy thrashed around and laughed as Rich’s fingers creeped under his pinned chin.
“PLEHEHEHASE, I CHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHHIHIHIT AHAHAHAHNYMOHOHOHOHORE!”, Jeremy cried out in ticklish agony. That was the cue for Rich to stop.
Jeremy sat up panting once again.
“Sorry dude”, Rich said sheepishly, “Too far?”
Jeremy just smiled, “Wow, you are very passionate about your cards aren’t you”.
Rich chuckled: “Always”.
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